No one sees him take the ray gun. Anytime anyone so much as looks in Tim's direction, there's a blue blur and they're down. Eventually all of the villains are. The shielded guardian slams down the last standing super strong mook, one of the ones that dragged Tim to the gurney, with a shield blow loud enough to shatter a nearby window.
He does down. There's no blood so apparently that much force was necessary because it concussed him but didn't even cause a cut.
One of his teammates, a woman in black and red robes with lameller armor, slices through Mutagenia with a psionic energy blade in the shape of a dao. It leaves no injury and no bloodshed, but definitely stuns her. She's left groaning and still on the ground.
"Alright, everyone, follow protocol." Thirteen starts barking out orders at a good clip. "We need to secure these idiots for arrest, and start on equipment recovery."
A giant muscle-babe Thirteen didn't name and a man wielding yellow energy constructs start work on placing power dampeners on everyone who's down, clearly already pre-coached on their role.
Thirteen turns to a clearly tech-themed hero, with cyber locks that look like actual plugs.
"Wirez, after securing the device, focus on copying all her data before we move anything. It's too important to risk any data loss. There's gotta be something in there that can be used to un-mutate her victims. They managed some progress with that victim back at base, so it might be possible."
He turns to two other heroes, with costumes in solid bright colors like him. One of them has an outfit in red, blue, and white, with a really stupid-looking metal helmet. The other has metallic looking skin, with tights in red and yellow.
"Peacekeeper, Nucleon, go check out the cages we saw on infrared and assess the other victims for transport. Hopefully, most of them are still conscious enough to cooperate, or at least easy to sedate."
He turns to the sword lady and his tone gets a bit dryer.
"Dao, stab King Snake if he tries to eat anybody."
"Gladly. My favorite past-time," she says.
"Fuck you," says the man with the giant snake head, as he also puts power restraints on everyone. Dao just follows him around, a hand on the hilt of her sword, just itching for a chance to stab him.
This is what the reality alteration gave Kon, the thing that he felt like he'd lost. That had been given away to someone else.
Clarity. Purpose. A well-defined role. He knows his place in the world, he knows what he's supposed to be doing. He has direction.
Even if it's one that's been decided for him.
"I'll go take care of the civilian." Thirteen finally turns and walks back towards where Tim has sheltered. Tim will find he mirrors his position, either standing to face him or kneeling next to him. Whatever won't cause him to tower over him. "Are you okay? Are you hurt?"
There's a spark of white light in his eyes as he looks Tim over for any broken bones with X-ray vision.
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He does down. There's no blood so apparently that much force was necessary because it concussed him but didn't even cause a cut.
One of his teammates, a woman in black and red robes with lameller armor, slices through Mutagenia with a psionic energy blade in the shape of a dao. It leaves no injury and no bloodshed, but definitely stuns her. She's left groaning and still on the ground.
"Alright, everyone, follow protocol." Thirteen starts barking out orders at a good clip. "We need to secure these idiots for arrest, and start on equipment recovery."
A giant muscle-babe Thirteen didn't name and a man wielding yellow energy constructs start work on placing power dampeners on everyone who's down, clearly already pre-coached on their role.
Thirteen turns to a clearly tech-themed hero, with cyber locks that look like actual plugs.
"Wirez, after securing the device, focus on copying all her data before we move anything. It's too important to risk any data loss. There's gotta be something in there that can be used to un-mutate her victims. They managed some progress with that victim back at base, so it might be possible."
He turns to two other heroes, with costumes in solid bright colors like him. One of them has an outfit in red, blue, and white, with a really stupid-looking metal helmet. The other has metallic looking skin, with tights in red and yellow.
"Peacekeeper, Nucleon, go check out the cages we saw on infrared and assess the other victims for transport. Hopefully, most of them are still conscious enough to cooperate, or at least easy to sedate."
He turns to the sword lady and his tone gets a bit dryer.
"Dao, stab King Snake if he tries to eat anybody."
"Gladly. My favorite past-time," she says.
"Fuck you," says the man with the giant snake head, as he also puts power restraints on everyone. Dao just follows him around, a hand on the hilt of her sword, just itching for a chance to stab him.
This is what the reality alteration gave Kon, the thing that he felt like he'd lost. That had been given away to someone else.
Clarity. Purpose. A well-defined role. He knows his place in the world, he knows what he's supposed to be doing. He has direction.
Even if it's one that's been decided for him.
"I'll go take care of the civilian." Thirteen finally turns and walks back towards where Tim has sheltered. Tim will find he mirrors his position, either standing to face him or kneeling next to him. Whatever won't cause him to tower over him. "Are you okay? Are you hurt?"
There's a spark of white light in his eyes as he looks Tim over for any broken bones with X-ray vision.
"I don't see anything broken."